Chapter Fourteen

Sometime later, Cat opened her eyes to a splitting headache. To see Eric lifting her out of his car, Cat was a little disorientated and confused.

“Eric? What?”

“Shhh, Cat, it’s alright. Just relax.” His tone was reassuring.

She did just that. Her head hurt too much to fight him. She couldn’t remember why him being here was a bad idea. The headache fried her brain, making it difficult for her to think clearly. She needed to get her thoughts together first.

Sighing, Cat melted into Eric’s muscular arms, letting his intoxicating scent wash over her. God, he smelled good.

She loved his smell so much; she had hidden a shirt of his in her bedroom. When she had returned all his other things, she hadn’t included the shirt. She hadn’t washed it, for the times she really needed him, and he wasn’t there. The closest thing she had was his unwashed shirt.

Cat heard Eric open her front door. He must have taken the key from her handbag. He headed straight for the bedroom with Cat still in his arms. S